How Miguel Hernández not remember the day that is a hundred years? He was born in Orihuela, with figs, and died in prison in the midst of barbarism. Was not even 32 years. Remains alive and fresh in the collective memory of Spain, where his work is thrilling as when it was written.
A great poet is a writer so, when, having read his works many times, reading it again is thrilling, causes sensations flower skin requires read and reread it because it is a haven where you feel comforted. About those for which no time passes. His memory lives on, his work remains, retains his post today. And those perceptions are sharpened when we face the work and the figure of Miguel Hernandez, the man from the simplicity and poverty, from the defense of liberty and unwavering commitment to involved, learned poetry placed on top of human sensibility.
I join the tribute deserved recognition of the human and literary quality that should evoke both at the present stage of the English political and cultural reality. Miguel Angel , the indefatigable chronicler of the best that has life raises us. I refer to him without further circumlocution.
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